User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/"The Vermillion Enclave"/@comment-25220117-20121027154937/@comment-25220117-20121029193609

''The old searat seems to lose his easy-going demeanor in a blink of an eye, seeming to remember something vital to his existence. He nodded to Rigolli, lifting the baggage back onto his crooked back with a grunt'' "C'mon, move yer `airy rump, we kint miss dis, eh!" ''Finishing sentence with a long, chest-racking cough, he turned towards the source of the yell, dragging himself slowly across the street without another look to the ferret he seemed to hold so highly moments ago, soon joining the last few arrivals. The old rat was the last to step shakily aboard, staggering downstairs to deposit his load, panting laborously. The ferret, his faded red trenchcoat billowing about his legs in the rising gale, bent, slashing the ropes in a single swift motion. Straightening his back, he laughed raucously towards the ship, bellowing up to him'' "Yea, right, good luck findin' gold where yore goin' mate!"